Thursday, February 23, 2012

Have you Googled yourself?

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When was the last time you Googled yourself? You'd be surprised what can be found on-line...
To those of you who Googled me today for a specific reason, I'd like to thank you all for a wonderful new experience :-)

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Truth or dare...

Today a slightly different approach... I'm opening the podium to all of my readers, both my regular commenters as well as all the lurkers out there. Ask me anything!
Is there something you'd like to know about me, always been curious about? What's my favourite dish? My biggest fear? Pet peeve?
And a happy Sunday to everyone :-D

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Precious things/ 11 The best Christmas present ever

is a bag. Well this bag to be exact:

George Gina & Lucy bag from Yoox
How very materialistic, wouldn't you say. True.
Except it isn't the bag that matters but rather the reason why Mr. C bought it for me. With it or rather before the bag came a job offer.
And because I'll now be commuting to work I'll be needing a bag large enough to hold all my very important lawyer job related stuff ;-P
See, I told you this bag was the best Christmas present. Maybe I'll reciprocate next year and buy Mr. C a diaper bag.

To clarify: the job offer came before Christmas, the bag came just a few days after and I signed the contract today. This post was written sometime in between.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Be in the moment

My diploma and a silk scarf with the Faculty's emblem
When I look back on some of the greatest, life altering moments of my life the one thing most of them have in common is the fact that they weren't caught on film. No tangible proof exists.
But the memory is a powerful thing. I can still remember most vividly the day I saw the Dalai Lama. It was the summer of 1999 and I was visiting a friend in Germany. I'm usually terrible with names and dates though.
I remember walking down the street with my friend and we both saw the Dalai Lama just as he was being escorted into a diplomatic car. We literally stopped dead in the middle of the street nudging one another. We probably looked ridiculous too.
A moment later the diplomatic car drove past us and the Dalai Lama looked at my friend and me. Our eyes met and he nodded in a sign of recognition and smiled at us. Had I been rummaging through my bag looking for the camera I would have missed it.
Three weeks ago I attended the graduation ceremony at our Faculty. I'm usually eager to skip these fancy events because I find them a bit exaggerated and phony but since the current dean is one of my favourite professors and my parents really really wanted to go, I caved in and off we went.
It was nice. No fluff, no phony stuff. The ceremony was just under an hour long. Perfect.
When my turn came to walk on stage to accept my diploma, I didn't wave at my parents or salute the crowd. I walked straight up to the dean, we shook hands and he gave me my diploma.
The one blurry picture my mum took is pretty lame but most importantly completely insignificant. What I'll remember for the rest of my life is the dean's warm smile and the sound of his voice as he congratulated me and wished me luck.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Happiness comes in a box: So I won't say he never buys me flowers

 We all know them: the little trinkets that cost next to nothing but they make us incredibly happy. Whether it's because they fulfill a certain purpose in our household or are there simply for their intrinsic beauty.

Last week Mr. C bought me something that's been or household/decorations list for over a year: a paper towel holder by Vigar. I've got quite a few of their kitchen accessories already, among other a plastic dotted apron and extra long rubber gloves, which are incredibly practical. And something that for reasons of propriety I'll never feature on the blog: a toilet brush ;-)

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Again, this is quite quirky and infantile, the flower is made of silicone (or rubber?) and has a tiny ladybug on one of the petals.  I love how it brightens up my kitchen counter and the fact that this is one plant Rufus won't nibble on.

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The towel rack came in a cute cardboard box. We had a lot of fun watching Rufus trying to wiggle in and out of it. In all the years I still haven't figured out what's up with cats and their obsessions with cardboard boxes and paper bags.
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Sunday, February 5, 2012

When all goes to pots...

Sunday teatime

It's been a crappy weekend. Yesterday in the afternoon our heater stopped working. 
No plumbers to call and no hot water.
It's three in the afternoon, the apartment is a mess and Mr. C was finally able to fix the problem.
I did the only thing I could do: I made some tea and blogged about it.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Bits of wisdom

For society to evolve and prosper it is imperative that art sometimes be immoral and science non applicable.

Dean of Faculty of Law, Ljubljana